My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus’ blood and righteousness; I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus’ name.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.
When darkness veils His lovely face, I rest on His unchanging grace; in every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.
His oath, His covenant, and blood, support me in the whelming flood; when every earthly prop gives way, He then is all my Hope and Stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.
When He shall come with trumpet sound, oh, may I then in Him be found; clothed in His righteousness alone, faultless to stand before the throne!
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; all other ground is sinking sand.
